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Marks: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Hi there! Could I please request a Klaus x Reader were the reader is a werewolf and they are both really territorial of each other and really touchy?? Sorry if it doesn’t make sense!

So this is going to be a little suggestive, just in case you couldn’t tell from the gif. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

She was his own personal canvas, one that he painted not with a brush but with his skin, with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. On her he painted words of love, of adoration, of desire. On her he painted pictures that would only be seen if he wanted them to, marks that were just for him and marks that would act his signature; that would tell the rest of the world that she was his little masterpiece. Priceless and unattainable. One of a kind.

If anyone dared to touch her, to try to claim her for their own, well, Klaus Mikaelson had no doubt that they wouldn’t live to see the light of day. 

He knew his signature, his marks on her, would soon fade, the powers of supernatural healing coming into play. She would leave similar ones on him, and as he looked down at himself, he saw that the ones she had left only moments earlier, the ones that claimed him as only and utterly hers, had already vanished. He smiled at that, knowing that soon enough they would be replaced, visible or not.

The marks they left on each other weren’t always of colour, instead remaining inside each other’s hearts, in their souls, the feeling of lips lingering on skin, of fingers tracing and touching everywhere they could reach, of that moment when they would become one. 

There was a string between them, sparking with electricity, drawing them closer and closer together until just being close wasn’t enough, a possessiveness between them that could sometimes cause more trouble than good. It sometimes cleared out the house, the Mikaelson siblings sensing the tension between them, the need to have each other in any way they wished. It could cause fear on the streets of New Orleans, citizens of the city being terrified just to even look in the direction of the hybrid and the werewolf knowing that the slightest glance could spark that territorial aspect that resided in their animalistic natures. 

“What are you thinking about?”, Klaus looked up from his position in the doorway, arms folded over his bare chest. He could still feel her touches on his skin, the way she adorned him with her kisses, her nose trailing down his stomach on the way to places where he desired her most. He felt her teeth scrape against him as she left her mark, her tongue meeting his as she found her way back to his lips, his hand clutching her hair as he flipped them over, having his turn with her, using the other hand to take his time to explore the body that he already knew so well. 

Y/N lay in bed, the sheets barely covering her, one hand reaching up to stroke her neck, to touch where he had nipped at her skin, at that place where he knew he would get the most out of her. Her hair was ruffled, tangled by his fingers where he had held her in place after she had fallen to her knees, and her legs were exposed to him. He could see the echoes of his fingerprints on her thighs when he had gripped her tightly, the bed not having been the first choice of location the first time around. 

He looked at her eyes, bright and loving, staring up at him as if he was the only thing that mattered. He knew that was certainly how he felt about her. He looked at her lips, licking his own as the craving to kiss her overtook him, one that he would have to hold back, but only for a little while. He thought about the breaths that had escaped those lips in their moments together, how she had said his name as if it carried her life force, how in those final moments it had sent him over the edge, something he would never get tired of feeling. 

“Only you,” he walked over to the bed, lying beside her and pulling her close. A hum of satisfaction escaped him as she placed a gentle kiss on his chest, her fingers reaching up to drum against his tattoo. The sheet covering her had slipped slightly, and as Klaus looked down to kiss her head, he caught a glimpse of what awaited him if she continued to touch him like she was. He had never wanted anything more. 

The drumming on his chest was soon followed by another kiss, this one longer and deeper, and when Klaus felt her teeth at his skin once again, a fellow artist at work as she created another mark on him, that familiar pull of possessiveness clawed its way into his brain, into his blood, into his soul. The arm that was wrapped around Y/N slid down her back, his finger tracing her spine causing her to squirm in his grasp. He took the opportunity to tilt her head up towards him, capturing her lips in his own. 

He devoured her in an instant as the two found themselves in a familiar position. Hands and mouths soon wandered, bodies and souls moving together as hearts became one. 

Klaus painted on his canvas once again, leaving his marks all over her, letting the world know that Y/N was his masterpiece. 

And that he was hers. 

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Baby Fever Masterlist

(Happy Thorsday!)

Pairing: Thor x Reader

General Warnings: Smut, angst, themes of depression and anxiety.

Summary: Four years into a relationship with Thor, and he’d very much like to have a baby with you. This is the story of your relationship, and how it’s affected by the new addition to the family. (idk how to write summaries so any questions you might have, don’t hesitate to ask!)

Part I 

Part II 

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Epilogue

Permanent tags: @puppy-barnes @calumhood0824 @wildefire @borkingbarnes 

Thor tags: @yuukiahim @majikmelanin @alexiamiky2003

(also pls don’t judge my banner too hard, I just started doing them lol)

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Just Yoongi Things 🎹

It’s finally Yoonki Min’s turn 

I have always had a spot soft for Yoongi (& Namjoon) since 2013 & nothing can change my mind about them

Like he’s just such a talented, soft & wonderful person, my heart just swells with so much pride & love for this man 

Min Yoon Gi, 민윤기

09.03.1993, Pisces

Yoongi was an underground rapper & producer 

Used the alias GLOSS as an underground rapper

A part of an underground rap group, DAEGU TOWN (D-TOWN)

Auditioned & joined BigHit in 2010 

He originally auditioned to become a producer

He had to choose between eating or using the money for utilizing public transport

He used to save up money by either skipping meals or walking to his destinations instead of taking the public transport to save up for equipment to compose & produce 

He used to sell his songs & sometimes he did not even get paid for some of his songs 

During one of his deliveries, he got into an accident & injured his shoulders

He did not tell anyone despite being in pain, fearing that if he did, BigHit would let him go & he would not be able to debut as a part of BTS 

IT’S 2AM & I’M FUCKING CRYING, to think he went through so much (& he still has to go through so much) yet he’s such a loving & kind soul

I NEED HUGS 

He trained for 3 years before debuting

His parents opposed to his dreams

But now, they are the most supportive people in his life 

That clip of him doing a full bow to his parents during HYYH Epilogue & crying makes me bawl EVERY. DAMN. TIME. 

His Mother is savage but it’s so cute when Yoongi talks about his Mum 😂 

“My Mum told me she adopted me from under a bridge” 

We all know where he got his savage side from 

“I always wanted to nap in another country ”

In 2014, on his birthday, he handmade gifts for 300 ARMYs, writing cute messages for them as well

In 2015 as well, he took pictures & wrote messages for 39 lucky ARMYs 

Basketball King 

Epik High is very meaningful for Yoongi 

Epik High’s Fly was one of the reasons he became a rapper

How cute is it whenever he talks about Epik High & their friendship 

AGUST D = SUGA backwards + DT (daegu town) 

YOU HOES BETTER BE LISTENING TO HIS MIXTAPE 

IT’S A FUCKING MASTERPIECE 

Namjoon mentioned in his ‘Mono Behind’ Vlive that Yoongi has some tracks like do you see how they love to spoil us & see us suffer 

If this is what suffering is, I’m ready to suffer for eternity 

“Infires?” “Infires man” 

“Inspire mannn” 

*rolls down the sand in Dubai* “Andwaeeeeee valhalla”

NO LISTEN, NO MATTER HOW SAVAGE HE IS, HE’S STILL A BABY TO ME (even though he’s older 😂)

Min Holly’s Dad 

Brags about Holly all the time 

“I’d like to introduce you to my lover, this neck pillow right here” *shows off neck pillow proudly* 

Raises his leg on the pool table & plays 

The time he thought Jungkook wanted to hold his hand but he just wanted the mic 😂

*in his deep ass voice* Bultaoreune~

When he sang Awake, my vocal king 

He talked about his insecurities when it comes to dancing & singing & how he’s not a good singer nor dancer

*insert every single Seesaw performance* BITCH WHERE? 

“OMG HE’S LIKE JAY-Z OMG” 

“Yeah I’m bad boi” 

“Hey baby what’s poppin” “Yeahhhh baby” 

Dude’s love for Chucky, I was so entertained when he dressed up as Chucky 😂

Kumamon enthusiast

Did you see him run & hug the Kumamon mascot? Like please that video added 10 years to my life, cutie

“I wish to reincarnate as a stone in my next life” 

Finally made his debut on SBS Gayo Daejeon 

He does not shy away from talking & writing lyrics about mental illness

Wrote lyrics about his social phobia & depression 

Have y’all watched clips of him playing the piano? I can watch him all day 

The way he gets so engrossed in the music & closes his eyes while swaying to the music subtly  

He’s absolutely ethereal

His gummy smile just melts my heart 

When he cried after BTS won Artist of the Year, ahh I still remember watching that moment & being so proud of them 

When he won a MMA as a producer, he was so overwhelmed & shy 

ARGH HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH MY BABY 

His goofy side 

Like please he makes me laugh & roll my eyes so much ILOVEHIMSOMUCH

When he nags at maknae line, it’s so adorable 

That RUN ep where everyone kept touching his neck despite his threats 

Honestly, I wanna mention every single song he composed & produced 

But Tomorrow was the song that made me realize that I was falling in love with BTS as a group & the members individually

Like that song means so much to me cause they released Skool Luv Affair during one of the darkest times in my life & that song made me reach out for help

Jin is the only member who can put him back in his place 

They were roommates for such a long time 

Cuties 

YOONJIN!!

God he’s so whipped for Hobie 

Like the love he has for Hobie is so sweet & makes me so soft 

How he appreciates Hobie and Hobie’s energy 

I love how he gets so hyped with Hobie & he’s so smiley & goofy

J-HOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Argh I love Sope/YoonSeok 

“I lived with Namjoon for 8 years” 

When Namjoon hugged him while he was crying during MAMA & thanked him, making Yoongi cry even more 

PLEASE MY HEART, I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH LIKE I WILL FIGHT PEOPLE FOR THEM, I WILL PROTECT MY BABIES 

NAMGI FOR LIFE    

He’s such a softie for Jimin 

“I guess Jimin dislikes me” 

YoonMin

Holds hands whenever he’s with Tae 

Omg that clip where he kicked Tae on his chest on the couch 😂I died laughing 

TaeGi

Co-owners of future lamb skewer restaurants 

Jungkook is his kid  

The way Kookie carried him in their Summer Package in Saipan 💜

SugaKookie

Honestly, he’s just such a talented & special person 

He has gone through so much yet he chooses to live each day with so much love & how he shares his journey with us 

Be it through songs, lyrics or just interviews 

I cried while writing this cause he’s just been through so much & I just have such a soft spot for this man. I’m so happy he’s getting the love & recognition he deserves 💜

A/N:  Please let me know your thoughts in the comments/ask box cause it means a lot  🙂

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hii! can i get a kuroo or akaashi (up to you hehe) scenario where they got a new manager girl and he is intimidated by her sharp features but then he saw the way she smiles at the other members and he just fell in love with her(灬º‿º灬)♡ thank you in advance! have a nice day and saty safe!(ʃƪ＾3＾）

Due to the use of cute emojis, I will be writing this request with utmost haste.

Enjoy!!

Intimidate. (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

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“...so what do you think of our new manager?” 

“Lev, you’re absolutely terrible at whispering. Shut up.” 

“Kenma! She might hear you!” 

“I- you know what, I’m leaving. I hope you’re never able to properly receive.” 

Kuroo Tetsurou was not the kind of guy who was easily intimidated by anything. In fact, he was the kind of guy who dragged his friends into scary movies and haunted houses, willing to step up to the challenge. 

So just what was this?

When Coach Nekomata had waved you inside the gym, you had a solemn expression on your face, your blank gaze reading business. Your features were pretty, no doubt about that, but the way your face seemed to be stiffened into one that screamed of being inconvenienced was enough for Lev to audibly gulp from next to Kenma. But Kuroo being Kuroo first viewed you as he viewed most things: 

a challenge. 

Sidling up to you, Kuroo took the spot next to you on the bleachers smoothly, introducing himself as the captain (to which you briskly nodded in response) and rested his chin on his palm, feral eyes sparkling with interest. 

“So just what in your life was so uninteresting that you needed to come manage this lot of idiots?” 

“...I needed a club activity. It isn’t very nice to call your team idiots, by the way.” 

Your stern tone made Kuroo feel like he was being scolded, and he laughed out loud before noticing you were just simply staring at your clipboard, eyes scanning the plays wordlessly as your face betrayed no emotion. 

“...Right.” Kuroo nods, standing up quickly to walk away from you. “Well, it was nice meeting you...Y/N?” 

“Likewise.” 

And business-like you were. 

Kuroo releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he jogged back to a snickering Yaku, a hand running through his messy raven hair as he glanced back at you. 

A little no fun, aren’t you? 

What these boys didn’t realize it was simply because you were just as nervous as they were, and you didn’t know how to act towards a bunch of boys known for their rowdiness. 

For the first few weeks, you proved to be a pretty efficient manager, some of the boys on your team becoming used to your stiff nature and simply acting friendly towards you regardless. 

“Y/N! Do you need help with the towels?” 

“Morisuke, it’s alright-” 

You were on a first name basis with Yaku?

Kuroo quirked an eyebrow as his friend jogged to meet you before you ducked out into the store room, wondering how Yaku got on your good side while he hadn’t even been able to hold a steady conversation with you after you scolded him. 

Maybe you were finally warming up to the team?

Kuroo continues to watch you come out with a chuckling Yaku, your eyes meeting his quickly before you arch a fine brow in his direction. 

The captain looks away, feeling nervousness rise in his chest.

Scratch that. 

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“SHIT, Lev! Are you okay?!”  

It had been a brutal match, one that led to the usual fast boy’s face getting pummeled with a ball head on in the middle of the second set. His fast reflexes were no match to the speed of the spiker on the other team, who looked a little too proud of himself for knocking the first year off the court. 

Kuroo grits his teeth as Lev struggles to stand. He couldn’t say anything. Foul words would lead to- 

“Are you fucking with me right now?!” 

Hazel eyes blinked, and you were kneeling by Lev’s side with your infamous pointed glare (you had used it on Kenma to get into practice) directed towards the spiker, who deadass gulped in fear of the pointedness of your angered stare. 

Right. You were the manager. What could the ref do to you? Nothing. 

“You better pray that was an accident, number 6! If it wasn’t, what happens to you later- I swear to God- won’t be!” 

“I-It was an accident!” The brunette boy stutters, seeming to curse himself for stuttering. “I-” 

“Not another word.” You hiss, and Nekoma all exchange surprised glances with one another as you used a towel to gently dab at Lev’s nose before pulling him to his feet with a strength no one knew you had. Lev blushes as you wrap an arm around his waist to support him. 

“(Y/N), I still need to-!” 

“Hey.” Your tone was gentle, and your eyes were softer, causing the captain’s jaw to slack slightly as your lips stretched out into something none of them had witnessed before. Ever. 

A smile. 

Lev shuts his mouth, cheeks blooming roses as you offer him your words of comfort. 

“The faster I make sure you’re okay, the faster you’ll be able to come back. I’d rather you leave now with the chance of coming back healed, then stay in and injure yourself more.” 

Lev started to tear up. From frustration or his now-growing crush on you, he couldn’t tell. 

Kuroo smirked a little as you passed by, flashing him a look that said, You better win this, Tetsurou. 

Strangely, the captain was even more energized when he slammed down his spikes, feeling like if he won, maybe he’d get to see it too. And maybe, just maybe.

It would be directed towards him. 

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“Y/N!” 

“Lev, how’s your nose?” 

The game had ended victoriously, and the tall russian boy had come bounding up to you after the bus ride home, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he allowed you to assess the bandaging. 

“Go home and sleep. I mean it.” You say, and Lev nods like a little puppy before walking off with a laughing Inuoka.

“That was pretty cool of you, Y/N.” Yaku flashes a thumbs up your way alongside an agreeing Kai, grins on both their faces as you can’t help but managea little one back, causing both boys to drop their grins immediately. 

“W-What?” 

“Nothing! I uh, get home safe, Y/N!” Yaku stammers out, dragging a confused Kai with him as he bolts off in the direction of his home, leaving you to notice Yamamoto stammering to himself, a blush on his cheeks as he did so.

“Yamamoto-Kun?” 

“I...I’m really glad you’re our manager!” 

It was your turn to blush as the captain smirks from the side of you, and Kuroo has to swallow thickly when you smile your prettiest smile of the night in all of their direction. 

“I’m glad I am too.” 

Kenma glances at his gaping childhood friend, releasing a little sigh before turning to you. “Y/N-san, could you make sure the gym lights are turned off before you head home?” 

You nod quickly, turning on your heel to break into a steady jog in the gym’s direction as Kenma shoves Kuroo, who was staring at your retreating figure with pink dusted on his cheeks. 

“What are you doing? You look like a creep. Go talk to her.” 

“W-What? Huh? She’s scary, Kenma. Say it with me, scaaaary-” 

“I think it’s more scary that you don’t know what kind of faces you make when you look at her. Now go, I made this opportunity. Don’t be dumb.” 

“...Kenma, that’s like the most you’ve said to me in a week. Are you being a supportive friend right-?” 

“Kuroo, I will not hesitate to call her back this moment-” 

“Right! I forgot something in the gym, you lot head ahead without me!” 

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“Toss me my pads, will you?” 

You jump at the sound of the voice, relaxing slightly when you see that familar head of raven hair. Kuroo smirks, uncrossing his arms as he pushes off his leaning posture on the doorway as you bend and grab his knee pads. 

“...I saw the end of the set when I came back with Lev.” You mumble, looking down at your feet as you hand him his pads. “You were really cool. Lev was shouting like a madman, but I don’t blame him.” 

Kuroo’s breath hitches when you lift your face. The once stiff features were completely relaxed, giving way for your prettiness to shine through even more. 

“I’m really, really happy I’m managing this talented team.” 

The captain struggles to find the right words. The thing he said earlier? About the smile before being the prettiest of the night?

He was wrong. 

Your eyes were slightly crinkled, and your lips stretched prettily. For him. Kuroo suddenly sighs, feeling something bouncing around his chest fiercely as he palms his face, covering his eyes.

“K-Kuroo-senpai-?” 

“Kuroo.” The captain says, looking away off to the side with red on his cheeks. “Just call me Kuroo.” 

“Alright Kuroo, can I say something?”

No, you might kill me. 

“Go for it.”

“You lead this team well. I can tell they all look up to you...it makes me feel like I can too. You know? Be apart of something like this?” 

Yeah. You killed him.

“A-Alright, can I say something now?” Kuroo takes a careful step towards you, heart pounding in his chest as you blink at the proximity between the two of you.

“Uh, go for it?” 

“You’re pretty when you smile.” 

Kuroo didn’t know what he was expecting. But it wasn’t for you to smile even wider, a bashful blush on your cheeks as it was your turn to look off to the side. The captain feels it all at once. Realization. 

Shit. 

“You think?” 

Shit. Shit.

“Y-yeah.” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

“I’ll keep that in mind...Kuroo.” Your eyes close when you smile this time, and you make your way around him and out the door, leaving Kuroo to stare at the now empty space before him as he lifts a hand to clench at the clothed part of his chest that covered his now pounding heart. 

He sighs, turning to bolt in your direction. 

“What-?”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk home alone, little lady.” 

Yeah. You weren’t a challenge. 

You were something he wanted to pursue. 

TONY “part of the journey is the end”

ME:

Morning Sickness | Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Summary: You're pregnant with Klaus' child. And because of that, you're not feeling so well. Alone in the Mikaelson mansion with Klaus, you're puking all over the place and looking like the shittiest you've ever been──in short, you're a gigantic mess. Unfortunately for Klaus though, he doesn't know that any of those things are normal in a pregnancy and starts fussing over you. And you would've considered it cute, had the fussing not been from him.

Word Count: 2,010

Warning ⚠️: Fluff, angst if you squint, pregnancy, puking, profanity, and reader being a bad bitch.

A/N: If you're confused about the summary (don't worry, I am too lol) this imagine is basically when Hayley was pregnant in season 1 of TO (the first few episodes) but instead of her being preggo, its you. And Klaus being a dramatic bitch, as usual, when he sees you choking your guts out, not knowing that that's normal. (because he's been dead for 1,000 years and is a literal male, so id expect him not to know anything about pregnancies and how they work) P.S feel free to dm me a request!

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

With Klaus Mikaelson's child.

The thought alone was enough to send another round of bile up your throat until its gushing out of your mouth and into the toilet before you. For the third time that very same morning, mind you.

"Fuck this," You cursed as you swiped your wrist against your mouth, panting. "Where the hell is Hayley?" You muttered under your breath as you pushed yourself up and made a beeline for the bedroom connecting to your bathroom with the intention of getting your phone to contact the she-wolf after reassuring yourself multiple times that you were not going to puke again and flushing the toilet.

Pregnant.

You're actually pregnant.

Your eyes flickered down to your belly, the barely noticeable extra weight wouldn't be visible to a stranger's eyes, but to your own, you could see it clear as day. You didn't know how you didn't notice it before. Stupid.

Wincing, you walked towards the bedroom you've been occupying these past few days──a far cry from the one star motels you and Hayley used to stay in as you two traveled around the country in search of her family, and most definitely a massive upgrade from the creepy cemetery you were held captive in a week ago.

You never thought a visit to Mystic Falls could change your life so drastically. You didn't even know what the hell you were thinking when you decided to sleep with Klaus of all people.

"And look how that turned out," You mumbled bitterly to yourself as you plopped down on the inviting bed, sighing. You spied your phone tucked under one of the fluffy pillows and had it in your grasp in a matter of moments. Putting the device to your ear after dialing Hayley's number, you waited impatiently for the she-wolf to answer.

She answered on the second ring.

"Where are you?" Not wasting a beat, you immediately asked.

"Good morning to you too," Hayley quipped dryly. You could almost see her rolling her eyes. Almost.

"You're not in the plantation," You'd know, considering for the past five days since you've been staying in this awfully big house, or mansion (whatever), Hayley's always been the first face you see when you woke up. Until today.

"True. I'm at the Bayou."

You sat up straight at that, "What?" You demanded.

Unbothered by your change of tone, she continued, "I found something real interesting, Y/N. I think it might be the real deal this time." Translation: she's found something about her long-lost family.

You didn't want to give her false hope, and you weren't too willing to start a fight by saying it could be another dead end either, so you stayed silent, willing her to continue.

"I'm with Rebekah, so there's no need to worry. It's not good for the baby."

You scoffed at that, "That just makes me want to worry even more, dumbass. Why the heck didn't you wake me up? I could've accompanied you instead."

"You're pregnant," She said the words as if they were the answers to every question in the world.

"Brilliant observation," You snapped, not being able to resist.

Hayley let out a breath, "I'll be back by noon, Y/N. I'll call you if I find anything interesting."

"And what am I going to be doing until then?"

"Nothing." She says, and hangs up before you could get another, no doubt, sarcastic line in.

"Bitch!" You hissed and, in your rage, threw the phone at the wall, the sound of the impact reverberating loudly through this stupidly wide and empty looking room. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're all of a sudden a damsel in distress. You're the opposite of a damsel, actually. You didn't need to be coddled. You can handle yourself perfectly fine.

A knock on your door steals you out of your thoughts. You racked your brain for any possible faces you might see if you decide to climb out of bed and open the door (sounds extremely tiring, by the way) and only found one: since Elijah was currently somewhere in the hands of Marcel, and because Rebekah and Hayley are in the slums of the Bayou, then that would mean. . .heck no.

"Nobody's here!" You call out, the words coming out muffled because your face is currently stuffed in a heap of awfully comfortable pillows.

The door opens anyway, ignoring your words, and Klaus enters the room, hands clasped behind his back and lips set into a grim line. His eyes are darting around the room as if to search for any signs of danger, shoulders slackening slightly when he finds none.

"I heard a thud."

You rolled your eyes, "It was my phone." You were surprised he even bothered knocking in the first place. He doesn't seem like the type to do so. But then again, you barely know the guy. I know enough.

He doesn't reply, so you took it upon yourself to ask: "What do you want?" Tone far from friendly. You slept with him once and got knocked up──boo hoo, you couldn't care less. From what you've observed, the guy's an ass. He daggered his own brother for goodness sake. He deserves your attitude.

Lunatic, you are a raging lunatic for sleeping with him.

"I came to check up on you," You could barely contain your laughter at his revelation. Ridiculous. You seemed to say with your eyes. Noticing this, he smiles tightly, "Something funny, love?" Passive aggression practically dripped from his words.

You don't answer him, instead, you roll over, turning your back on him, only to feel that familiar churn in your stomach. The same feeling you have when──"Oh, fuck." You yelped. Faster than light, you're back in the bathroom, kneeling in front of a toilet and hands pressed against the walls as you braced yourself.

"What the bloody hell is──" Klaus, furrowed eyebrows and all, marches after you.

You don't bother to tell him to shut the fuck up despite your great temptation to do so before you're hurling your guts out. Again.

Behind you, Klaus goes rigged, hands clenching into fists, he does the only thing he remembers to do then. Walking up to you, he gathers your hair in his hands, away from your face, and waits. Surprisingly calm, despite his strong urge to shake your shoulders for an explanation as to why you were sick.

Too busy throwing up, you don't even notice the gesture.

It felt like a lifetime before you finally felt okay again. You're leaning against the wall, still on the floor, heartbeat irregular and drenched in your own sweat. A towel appears in your line of sight, and just above that, Klaus.

You take the towel from him, albeit hesitantly, and used it to wipe the remaining puke around your mouth. "Thanks," You croaked, voice hoarse.

"Explain," is all he says.

Confused, you cocked your head to the side in question.

"Explain," He repeats, tone deathly calm. Too calm, in fact.

You squint your eyes, "I puked. Now I'm fine. The end." You shoved the towel back to him, to which he glowers at, and stroll, or more like crawl (but your dignity──or what's left of it anyway──won't ever let you admit that) back to your bed with Klaus hot on your heels.

"You're unwell. I want to know why." He doesn't let you reply, "If something bad happens to the baby I──"

You cut him off, "──what is your point?" You crane your neck, your eyes connecting with his own.

A scowl takes over his face, "My point is that you, Y/N, have clearly not been taking care of yourself which means that my child could be suffering because of your carelessness."

Your expression is the definition of confusion until──oh. You laughed out loud, grinning ear-to-ear. Klaus' scowl deepened at the sound, pointedly ignoring the flutter in his stomach upon seeing you smile for the first time since. . .ever.

"You are so stupid," Blunt, you were blunt. And very outspoken too. Never afraid to speak your mind, even when it comes to calling him stupid to his face. Your straightforward personality was what caught his attention back in Mystic Falls. That, and your undeniable beauty too.

He opens his mouth to retort something snarky but you beat him to the punch, "Do you even know why I'm puking, you asshole?" Yes, straightforward indeed. "Because of the baby." You hiss, your smile fading this time. He blinks. "Don't they teach you this shit in middle school?"

"I'm a thousand years old," was all he could say to defend himself.

You glare at him, "All the more reason why you should know how pregnancies work." His scowl diminishes into a tight line, "So the next time you accuse me of being irresponsible," you mocked, "think twice." You sneered, "Now get out!"

Any other day, any other person, Klaus wouldn't have listened to the command. But somehow, you managed to do the impossible again, this time though, you made him listen. And so with one last wary glance your way, he walks out of your room.

000

You're in the balcony when Klaus sees you again. Gazing at the night sky silently and arms perched on the railing──your back to him──you were quite a majestic sight. Hair hanging over your back and clad in a white nightgown, and with the star-filled night sky in front of you, the view in front of him looked fresh out of a painting.

His hand twitched at his side, eager to paint the picture before him. With you as his muse. It would make one hell of a painting, he notes.

"Come to tell me how much of a bad mother I am again?" You spoke up without turning around.

Klaus doesn't reply until he's standing beside you, "No, I come bearing a peace offering."

Your interest peaked at that. "What is it?" You turn your body slightly to face him, eyes automatically dropping to the item in his hand. A medium-sized box with a red bow on top of it.

He pushes the box to you, and never one to deny free stuff, even if its from him, you gladly take it from his hands. "See for yourself."

You open the box with careful precision, and after setting aside the bow and the cover, your gaze locks onto the jewelry inside of it. A necklace, diamond, and hella expensive judging by the word TIFFANY & CO engraved in the side of the box.

"Hayley has informed me of your love for jewelry."

Understatement of the century.

"So you decided to buy me a necklace worth millions as an apology?"

"Compel," He corrected, you flashed him an unimpressed stare. "And yes, this is my. . .apology for wrongfully accusing you this morning."

When you continued to remain silent, he said in a slightly irritated tone, "Well? Do you accept?"

"No."

He blanched.

"I want an actual apology." He raised his eyebrows in inquiry. "I want to hear you say I'm sorry."

Klaus looked like he wanted to do anything but, but eventually decided against it. "I'm sorry," He said through gritted teeth.

You grinned, and damn him if the sight of it didn't make his heart clench. "Better."

He eyed the box in your hands, "Does this mean you don't want the necklace?"

Your smile widened, "Oh, I want it, alright. I just wanted to hear you say sorry." You patted his chest lightly and every muscle in his body practically sang in delight at your touch. "Looks like you aren't so bad, after all, Klaus." And after sending him a wink, your stunning eyes glittering under the moonlight, you proceed to skip away from him.

Klaus follows your form with his eyes until you disappear into a dark hallway, and then mutters under his breath, a tiny smile ghosting over his lips, "Neither are you, Y/N."

this didn't age well